By Zephyria 
“What?”
“I told you not to ask to be touched outside, are you keeping that promise?”
“…….”
“Not answering?”
“I don’t ask strangers.”
He could just say yes, but his tongue keeps wagging. It means he’s been spouting similar nonsense somewhere else.
Mu-hae’s expression grew colder, and Joo-oh, sensing it, added an excuse.
“Just my head. I just asked them to touch my head.”
“Who?”
“Just someone Jin Mu-hae knows well.”
There was a strange force in his voice, so it seemed he wasn’t some weirdo.
I don’t know if I should be relieved about that, or smack him on the crown of his head for missing the point.
Jin Mu-hae took a deep breath for a moment and put down the laundry basket. He gestured to the sofa, and Joo-oh quickly plopped down on it.
“Do you… ha, do you even know why I warned you like that?”
“Because it’s Jin Mu-hae’s?”
“No, damn it.”
It’s a wrong answer that makes me feel like he sees me as something else, but it doesn’t make me feel dirty. Mu-hae pressed his fingertips firmly against his temples and organized his thoughts for a moment.
Have I ever… forcibly touched him? Fortunately, it doesn’t seem so. He’s always been the one to cling first, I’ve never seen him push me away because he didn’t like it.
After finding some room for self-justification, Mu-hae opened his mouth. His gaze darted around, uncomfortable with the topic.
“Because you shouldn’t let just anyone touch you.”
“Why?”
“Why what, because it feels dirty, that’s why.”
“It doesn’t feel bad.”
Joo-oh pouted a little and swung his legs. He thought he was going to get scolded from the morning, but he looked annoyed that he was being picked on for something pointless. It’s really pissing me off.
“Then you like it? Some stranger touching you?”
“I like being touched.”
“You little shit, what if it gets dangerous, am I supposed to go around saving you every time?”
“It’s not dangerous. If I get angry, I can stop them.”
His answer was clear and firm. Teacher Jung’s assessment that he was good at distinguishing right from wrong flashed through Mu-hae’s mind.
Only then did I realize. Joo-oh simply had no sense of danger. He seemed to think that even if someone bothered him, he would let them touch him as much as he liked, and when he was satisfied, he would just break their wrist.
Considering the abilities I’ve seen so far, it wasn’t entirely wrong. If Joo-oh said, ‘I don’t like it anymore,’ and threw a punch, anyone would definitely lose a bone or two.
It’s just that I can’t stand seeing him dislike it…
“So you’re just going to let anyone touch you like that?”
Suddenly, my voice grew louder. I was going to ignore him and let him do as he pleased because I also had something to hide.
Mu-hae somehow got a vein popping on his forehead and, oblivious to the atmosphere, kicked his dangling feet.
Joo-oh made an aggrieved expression and shut his mouth tight.
“Then what about Jin Mu-hae? Is it okay for Jin Mu-hae to touch you?”
Joo-oh, who had been silent with his lips drooping, asked back in a barely audible voice after a long time.
“I like it when Jin Mu-hae strokes me. I even hold back when I’m hungry so Jin Mu-hae won’t dislike me.”
His voice was starting to sound resentful. I have no idea when he held back his hunger to be this upset.
Mu-hae suppressed the annoyance that had risen to his head and sighed very deeply. I wasn’t even in the mood to click my tongue. I just found this damn moment of fruitless education terribly uncomfortable.
“Don’t… don’t just follow anyone just because you feel good. And don’t chase after some stupid candy like this.”
Mu-hae took out a candy wrapper from his pocket and shook it in front of his eyes. His red eyes shone with a curious light, as if he was surprised I had it.
“Candy, chocolate, meat, it’s all the same. Don’t let anyone touch you unless they’re taking care of you like I am.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like it.”
In the end, I changed the way I explained things to match his level. Mu-hae almost growled and threw the glittering wrapper away, and Joo-oh’s face fell into deep thought.
He stared blankly at the candy wrapper lying on the floor, and after a while, he nodded without arguing.
“Okay.”
It was the first clear answer I got. It was a triumph I achieved after sweating buckets inside.
But is this right… This wasn’t how I intended to warn him, but the conclusion was surprisingly strange.
“It’s okay for Jin Mu-hae to touch you, right?”
“…….”
“But Jin Mu-hae doesn’t touch me much.”
The way he sighed deeply was like someone who had experienced the hardships of life. Is this the lament I’m hearing as a price for not filling my desires by fondling a clueless guy?
Joo-oh looked up at Mu-hae, his lips twitching. His eyes, with their dense eyelashes, were so alluring that it was almost tempting.
“Still, it’s a relief.”
He smiled faintly, as if he had almost lost something important. Anyone would think he had barely managed to save his family’s belongings from a burnt-down house.
Joo-oh jumped up from his seat. He grabbed Mu-hae’s arm tightly and trotted, pulling him towards the sofa.
“I want to sit in front of Jin Mu-hae.”
It seemed he had long forgotten the warning not to sit between other people’s legs. He finally made Mu-hae sit down and snuggled into his arms, leaning against his back.
It tickled as he rubbed the back of his head against my collarbone. Mu-hae held him tightly and squeezed his stomach.
Hoo. Joo-oh slumped down, letting out a small breath.
“I like sitting like this with Jin Mu-hae.”
“I told you not to sit like this.”
“Even if I can’t see it, I can feel that you’re here.”
He chattered on with unasked-for words, then pulled Mu-hae’s hand and wrapped it more tightly around his body.
It was a signal to touch him quickly. Like he said a moment ago, asking if it was okay for me.
“Jin Mu-hae. I really held back so much…”
His straight nose twitched.
“I was hungry and angry, but I tried hard because I didn’t want Jin Mu-hae to dislike me. So I did my best.”
I don’t know when or what he held back, but I don’t want to interrupt his exhausted complaints.
Every time he mumbled, the body I was holding vibrated. Mu-hae stroked his waist and pretended to sympathize.
“Heu.”
His lips twitched, and even from above, I could see his face was beaming.
Joo-oh wiggled his waist a little and pressed his butt firmly against my crotch. Jin Mu-hae clenched his teeth tightly.
Just by lowering my head slightly and inhaling, his unique scent permeated the air.
I wondered if he had showered this morning, and the scent of the shampoo we shared was exquisitely mixed. I already had a lot to do, but he was making things difficult for me at the wrong time.
It’s strange. When I think about where he’s been and what he’s been doing, I feel a surge of anger, but when he’s snuggled in my arms like this, with an expression that says he only knows me, the heat circulates around my lower abdomen instead of my head.
‘It’s… okay for me to touch you, is that it.’
Not only was it okay, but he liked it. He was smiling limply with a happy face. Mu-hae touched his warm body here and there, then slipped his hand under the hem of his loose t-shirt.
“Eung.”
Joo-oh shivered as I traced below his navel. The low vibration made the back of my neck tingle slightly.
For a moment, I felt a violent impulse to grab him tightly, push him to the floor. Mu-hae steadied his breathing and gripped his hip bone.
“Heueum… I like it there.”
I hate to admit it, but that made me feel openly satisfied. My large hand stealthily reached for his soft butt.
He doesn’t have much fat, but I don’t know why it feels so good to touch. Mu-hae stroked his deeply curved waist and slowly pushed down his loose pants.
The body in my arms flinched, trembling as if bouncing. His smoothly shaped thigh felt perfect in my grasp.
“I want to sit on your lap.”
Perhaps he liked sitting on my lap before, Joo-oh wriggled and got up, straddling Mu-hae’s thighs. His bare butt peeked out over his pushed-down pants.
“You… you’re doing this on purpose.”
“Eueueung.”
Whether it was an affirmation, a denial, or just a sound, even his whimpering groan felt cute. Barely controlling my mind, which was conjuring up whatever it pleased, Jin Mu-hae pulled Joo-oh closer and made him sit properly.
The soft skin on the inside of his thighs felt incredibly good. It was smooth and there was nothing rough, so my hand kept slipping in.
Each time, Joo-oh would hum, reacting immediately and wriggling his waist, which pleased me. He leaned on me as if he was okay with whatever I did, trembling.
Mu-hae lowered his pants further and further, pushing his fingertips in deeply. As I groped the inside of his thigh, something hot touched the back of my hand.
It probably didn’t take me more than a few seconds to realize what it was.
“Haa! Jin Mu-hae…”
Something slippery and stiff rubbed against the back of my hand. Perhaps it felt good, Joo-oh wiggled his butt and squeezed his legs tightly.
The already wet flesh instantly stuck to my hand. Unlike anyone else’s, it wasn’t bumpy, but smooth.
Heat rushed to my head, and a moment of conflict arose within Mu-hae.
I had already rationalized filling my desires by touching him here and there, but I wondered if it was okay to even touch this. And as always, my instincts whispered that it was okay.
“Jin Mu-haeee…”
Then, a whiny voice that was hard to resist tickled my ear. As his round head turned and breathed out, Mu-hae felt the thin thread that had been connecting his thoughts snap with a click.
Fuck, I don’t know.
“Aah, eung!”
The thing I impulsively grabbed was longer, more slippery, hotter, and more delicate than I had expected.
Even just the texture made it clear that it was a man’s, but it was strange that it didn’t feel repulsive.
“Hoo… here?”
“Eung, ah, eueueung…!”
Even when I groped his mound with my other hand, I couldn’t find a single hair. It was just smooth, tender, and sticky skin.
Mu-hae’s vision blurred at the sight of his lower body, as if begging to be touched.
Heeuk, his body, which had become even hotter, stuck out his tongue and gasped for breath. As if he didn’t even have the energy to whine, his soft, pressed butt trembled irregularly.
This time, Mu-hae pressed that round flesh against his crotch and squeezed. The gentle pressure and trembling vibrations made it a disgustingly pleasant body.